0 comments/ 52573 views/ 44 favorites Mr. Right By: devle A new job is a good thing, Lila thought as she smoothed down her tight black knee high skirt. She had never had a real job like this with an office and all maybe now she could put her degree to good use. The one shitty thing about working for a corporation was the business meetings, they were long and uneventful. The only funny thing about them was you got to find out who was fucking who. There were long meaningful stares given across the table at respective partners and even some outrageous flirting going on, supposedly, right beneath the CEO's nose. Lila had only been there for two months but she figured out that the head accountant was sleeping with the busty blond secretary of the CEO. What a laugh, Lila had to cover her mouth and pretend to cough to disguise her chuckling when she saw the blond wink at the stringy old accountant. She didn't even want to imagine how they had sex. When the meeting ended Lila had her arms full of old files that had to be resorted she was walking down the hall toward the file cabinets when someone rudely bumped into her. "Oh shit!" Lila cried out as the stack of files slipped out of her hands spreading leaves of paper onto the floor. She quickly kneeled down to pick them up. "Oh my god, I am so sorry." Lila looked up staring into the face of a worker she had never seen before. At that moment the only thing that Lila noticed was his black hair which matched his black suit and his piercing green eyes that were fixed worriedly onto hers as he knelt beside her. Lila tried to move a strand of her long dark hair back behind her ear, a nervous reaction on her part, when she realized all her hair was pulled up into a bun. The man just kind of stood there staring at her causing Lila to blush. There's something on my face, Lila thought swiping her hand over her mouth just to make sure. "Um, here." The man began to shove the papers into the manila folders closest to them totally ruining their order. "It's ok." Lila stammered. "I got it." Right then she just wanted him to go away. Lila had a thing about men. Sometimes they would stop and look at her and it creeped her out. Lila always figured that they were staring at a new zit or some blemish on her body, never just because she was pretty. This guy was probably just really sorry that he had bumped into her and wanted to get away as fast as he could. He stood up then and Lila looked up at him from her kneeling position on the floor. "I'm sorry." He said quietly looking at her for another minute before walking off. Lila exhaled loudly and began the time consuming task of sorting through the files. That Friday was payday and on her way out the door Lila went to the personnel office to pick up her check. The lady at the desk was a nice older woman and Lila often stopped to have a quick chat with her when she had a break. "Hey Lila, you here to get your check?" The woman said adjusting her gold rimmed glasses as she hunched over her desk opening a drawer. "You know it, Suzy." Lila smiled. "Here you are, honey. See you on Monday." "Bye, Suzy." Lila called as she grabbed her check hurrying to get home. It was raining and she wanted to drop her check in the bank before the rain got too bad. Once she was in her car Lila unclipped her hair from its customary bun letting it fall loose to her waist. She reached up with one hand rubbing the back of her skull as she flipped open her check with the other. "What the fuck?" Lila whispered. She had been overpaid by two hundred bucks. "Crap." Now she had to go back to see Suzy so she could cut her a check for the right amount. As she was getting out of her car now in the pouring rain she saw that same guy who had bumped into her a few days ago and he was staring right at her again. Lila backed up against her wet car as he strode forward. She felt like an animal stalked by a hunter. He stopped a few feet in front of her. "Hey Lila, you ok? Need a lift?" His green eyes were absolutely scorching her as they perused up and down her body, pausing for a moment on her breasts. Lila looked down at her chest noting in dismay that the rain had soaked through the white cotton turning it transparent. "No. I...just have to see Suzy." Lila started to head to the left intending to get past the man but he blocked her path. "Let me walk you. It's dark now and rainy. Why don't you take my coat?" He began to strip it off himself and stepped closer bringing it about her shoulders. He stood so close to her Lila could feel his heat and smell the scent of his cologne. Dark, spicy. Hot. "You shouldn't trouble yourself." Lila just stood there shivering in the rain in his jacket. "You worried about the money, Lila?" He had such a silky voice it cut right through her. "How-how did you know about that?" "I made you drop those files and I saw how it took you three hours just to resort them. You deserve the money." Lila slit her brown eyes. "Who are you?" "Damian Croix." "Well, thank you for your consideration Mr. Croix." Lila took off his jacket feeling the loss of its warmth. "I'd better go. Thank you." She extended the jacket back to him. Before she knew what was happening Lila found her back pressed tight to Damian's chest with a knife at her throat. His move had been totally unexpected grabbing her by the wrist and turning her about with the knife at her throat before she could scream. "It can't end that way, Lila, now can it?" He had his other arm wrapped tight about her waist his hand began to stroke her ribcage. "Not when you haven't said you've forgiven me yet." He pressed the knife more into the tender skin of her neck. "I forgive you." She chocked out. Damian pressed his lips against her temple whispering. "You're so beautiful, Lila. What makes you think I haven't been watching you?" Cold ice slid down Lila's spine. When he began to walk away from her car Lila had to force her legs to move. Someone had to see them. Someone had to have heard. But there was no one there this night in the cold rainy parking lot. Damian brought Lila to the passenger side of a black Jaguar moving the arm from her waist to open the door. "God help you Lila if you try to escape." He gave his final warning before removing the knife pushing her into the black leather seat. Damian ran around to the driver's side his eyes on Lila watching her but she sat frozen in her seat her eyes fixed on him. When he came inside the car shutting the door Lila whispered. "Are you going to kill me?" Damian turned the key in the ignition bringing the car to life before he looked up at her but he didn't say anything. They drove for a long time in silence until Damian pulled into a gated compound. He pushed a button on the ceiling of his car opening the gates. They shut with a loud clang which made Lila jump in her seat brining Damian's eyes on her. He stopped the car in front of a large ornate house. When Damian opened her door he held out his hand to her to help her up in his other hand was the knife. Lila looked from the knife to his proffered palm. "Don't look so scared, Lila. Everything's going to be ok." He grabbed her wrist hauling her up back against his chest the knife at her throat once again. "Just don't cut the face, baby." Lila muttered as he forced her to walk inside. She could feel the rumble of laughter in his chest. He forced her up a flight of stairs into a dark hallway they made many twists and turns before he pushed into a dark room. Lila heard the snap of metal as the door was locked. Suddenly the room flared into light Lila blinked her eyes repeatedly as they got used to the light. The room was large with big windows that faced the front of the house. Lila's throat went dry when she saw the large four poster bed made up with black sheets. It had to be his room. She watched him warily as he began to remove his cufflinks tossing the bits of gold onto the top of a high chest of drawers he loosened his tie tossing it onto the floor. They just stared at each other again. Hot green eyes boring into her brown eyes. "You're going to rape me." Lila was surprised at how calmly she said that. "Well, only if you fight." "If I give in, will you let me go?" His hands came up beginning to unbutton his wet shirt. Lila cursed as he revealed a hard masculine sculpted body. He was not only handsome but had a great body too? Lila knew she was fucked, both literally and physically. "That's the question now isn't it, Lila?" He tossed the shirt on the floor to join the tie. "Will you want me to let you go?" The corner of Lila's mouth quirked up. That was something that the main character in one of those romance novels Lila always read would say. Lila reached up with shaking hands and began to unbutton her blouse pulling it out of her skirt. "I've never fucked anyone before." Lila figured he should know that tiny bit of information, maybe he'd be nice to her or maybe he'd hurt her. "Never, Lila?" He sounded skeptical. "Never." Lila dropped her hands leaving her blouse on but fully unbuttoned. Damian stepped closer to her bringing up his hand to caress her cheek. "Just how virgin are you, Lila?" His thumb stroked her bottom lip. "I've never done anything remotely sexual, beyond kissing, with any guy." Lila was trembling inside. "So," Damian moved pushing aside the blouse from one shoulder kissing the exposed skin as he brought his hand up to envelop her breast. Lila caught her breath at his sweet, gentle touch. "No man has touched you here." Lila shook her head. He used his other hand to grab her ass in her tight skirt while his other went from her breast lower to cover her cunt which was suddenly aching and hot. "Or here." "No." Lila choked. He moved his hand from her cunt wrapping his arms about her waist pulling her into him so that she could feel the hardness of his body and his growing cock. "I want to be your first, Lila. Unless you're saving yourself." He teased. "Maybe I am." Lila bit out. "What? Are you waiting for Mr. Right on his white horse to come up and save you?" "That was the plan." Lila hated the way his eyes were so sexy, the way his black hair shone blue in the light. "Who says I'm not Mr. Right? Who says it wasn't me you were waiting for?" With that he kissed her lips. Damian's kiss was hot and wild he tasted spicy like his cologne. Lila opened herself to his kiss. When he moved away from her Lila just looked at him and for no reason began to laugh. This struck her as a scene from a romance novel. If she survived this night she had to write this down. Damian saw her cracking up and without a word he picked her up tossing her onto the bed. The move caused the blouse to fall off Lila's shoulders revealing her breasts in their white lacy bra. Damian came down on top of her Lila tried to tell herself that she hated this man, that he was raping her; she shouldn't like the warm feel of his skin against hers, how his muscles rippled against her skin. Without thinking Lila reached up kissing Damian on the lips. It was a mistake. Damian responded to her teasing lips breaking away to trail down the now exposed skin of her chest pulling her blouse off completely. "Don't do this, Damian." Lila whispered hotly as he unhooked her bra tossing it away. He merely laughed at her comment knowing that she didn't mean it. He took her nipple into his mouth. Lila cried out arching back her neck her hands buried in his thick black pelt urging him to suck harder. After a moment he raised his head loving the fire that burned in Lila's dark eyes. "Maybe you should say no now, to make it a real rape." Lila twined her arms about his neck pulling him into her embrace as she spread her thighs more feeling him sink heavily into her. She bit his earlobe as she whispered into his ear. "No, no, no." He silenced her with a steamy kiss. Their hands were eager on each other as they each went for the other's pants and skirt tearing the clothing off and flinging them over the bed. "I've been watching you forever," Damian kissed down her thighs as he pulled away he black panties. "Since before that day with the files." Lila spread her legs as he came up between her thighs. "When you looked at me that day, I knew this would happen." She cried out as Damian buried his face in her sweet cunt sucking on her tender clit making Lila writhe and toss her hair as she came for the first time on Damian's tongue. It was true. Damian had tortured her in her dreams making Lila hot and sweaty beneath her sheets at night. She wanted the handsome man who had loomed over her that day piercing her with his green eyes. She hadn't known he had been watching her. Lila never thought any man would ever want her in the way the characters in her books wanted their women. But Damian did. Lila almost swooned feeling the hot rasp of his tongue along her inner labia. He felt so good she had never imagined fucking would really be this hot. If she didn't watch it she would scream out that she loved him. That she had fallen in love with the mysterious man ever since the first night he had popped up in her dreams. He moved back up over her kissing her with the taste of her cunt still on his lips. He fisted his hand in her long dark hair pulling away from her. "I've wanted you, Lila for so long. Say you want this too." Lila ran her hands up the silky skin of his hard back drowning in his eyes. "I love you. I want this, Damian. I want you." She could feel Damian shaking as he loosened his hand from her hair moving them down her cheeks, over her breasts and ribcage to grab her hips lifting her up slightly. She was hot and dripping wet. With one hard stroke Damian came deeply inside of Lila. Lila cried out at the sudden feeling of heat and fullness. Damian felt so right deep inside her. He was the one Lila had been unconsciously saving herself for. "Are you alright, Lila?" Damian breathed. She felt so good, so tight and hot. He wanted everything to be perfect for her. Lila bucked her hips against him taking Damian even deeper inside making him moan. "Don't stop." Damian couldn't stop as he pulled out only to come back inside her harder. Lila moaned opening her legs more wrapping them tightly around Damian. He pummeled her hard and fast wanting to feel everything before he came knowing that he had to be perfect for her. Lila could feel the now familiar sensations of pleasure shooting through her once again as she came again for Damian. With the feel of her tight cunt milking his cock like a vise Damian couldn't hold back anymore feeling himself explode in a rush of cum that bathed her womb. Lila wrapped herself tightly about Damian loving the spasms of his cock still buried deep inside her. They lay together wrapped in each other's bodies before Damian started to move away Lila let him go. It's over now. All she would ever be to him was a fun fuck. A roll in the hay with a virgin. That should at least earn her two notches on the bedpost. Lila started to get up from the bed when Damian grabbed her wrist. "Where are you going?" Lila couldn't face him so she spoke to her feet. "Well, it's over now. You raped me and now it's done." "What the hell are you saying?" Damian's voice was sharp as he released her only to come around to stand nude in front of her. "This," Lila swiped at the streaks of blood on her inner thigh bring up her crimson fingers in front of him. "was all you wanted." It hurt to say that because Lila knew it was true and she really did love him. Damian grabbed her hand bringing her bloody fingers to his lips which he placed in his warm wet mouth sucking the blood off. He turned his face to kiss her palm while Lila watched him with wide eyes. She was unprepared when he shoved her lightly back onto the bed coming down over her with his knee between her thighs. "Are you so sure, Lila?" He whispered letting more of his body sink into hers. Lila loved the feel of him. "I want you here, not just in my bed but in my life. I knew when I first saw you that I had to have you. Body and soul." Lila dug her feet into the bed using her hips to push Damian over her so that she could crawl up on top of him her lush cunt on his lower abdomen driving him slowly insane with wanting. She slid her hands from his chest over his strong arms to his hands where she interlaced her fingers through his. "Take me." She leaned closer to whisper against his lips. "Take me." And he did. Over and over. Mr. Right “Wow! You lucked out this time Steffany, guys like Tony don’t come along everyday,” Amy says enviously. “Come on Amy. I’ve got a lot of unpacking to do, let’s get the last of those boxes unloaded.” “When will Tony be home?” Amy curiously asks. “Later, and I think its about time for you to go little sis, your not being very useful anyway.” Unboxing some dirty clothes, I head down to the washer and dryer in the basement. Starting the washer, I notice a metal door near the back of the room. Locked. Hmm. Oh, well. I’ll ask Tony about it later. Heading upstairs and into the kitchen, I grab the mixer and whip up a batch of margaritas. Pouring myself a glass, padding down the hall and into the bedroom, I peel off my clothes and drop them onto the floor. Opening the dresser, I grab my bikini and slither into it. I exit the patio door, leading to the spa in the backyard. Turning on the radio, I slide into the hot bubbly water, relax back and sip my margarita, letting the tension slip away. Just as I swallow the last mouthful of my drink, the kitchen door opens and Tony comes strolling out, holding the pitcher of margarita mix and an extra glass. “Hey, want a refill?” he asks. “Thanks.” I say as I pass him my glass. Filling my glass almost to the brim, Tony passes it back to me, resting the pitcher on the edge of the spa. Stripping his clothes off, he neatly folds them, setting them on the table. As he slides in next to me, he asks, “Did you get all your stuff unpacked?” I smile at him and reply ‘Yes, I did. How was work today, Honey?” “Fine, a little hectic, it’s nice to be home with you. Did you find everything okay?” he asks. “Yes, honey. I did. Hey, what’s the room in the basement?” Tony stills, looks at me and slowly replies, “That’s my playroom. Why?” “I’m just curious, I noticed it when I started some laundry. What’s in it?” Quietly, under his breath, he says, “Just some of my toys.” “Toys? Like, toys when you were a little kid? Okay. But, why would you lock it? Are they collectibles?” Tony ignores the first two questions, relaxes back, and looks at me a little strangely. Finally, he says, “No, they’re not collectibles, at least they’re not valuable to other people. Look, I think we need to talk about some rules, now that you’ve moved in. I don’t have a lot, but they are important to me. Number one. Don’t be messy. Put things where they belong, not anywhere you feel like. Number two. Stay out of my things and don’t just borrow, ask first, especially my razor. Number three. Don’t start changing my space around to suit you. Okay?” “Yes Tony, geez, you don’t have to be so touchy about it!” I remark. “I’m not, this is my place and I like things my way.“ he says, as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me onto his lap. He lowers his head, and gently sucks my bottom lip between his teeth. I open my mouth to give him access and his tongue darts in to caress mine. He pulls back, steps out of the spa, extending his hand to assist me out. Reaching behind me, he unties my bikini top strings, grabbing my top as it falls forward. His hands glide down past my waist to my hips. Hooking his index fingers into my bikini bottoms, he drags them down my legs. Wringing them out, he hangs them on a hook to dry. Gripping my hand, he pulls me through the bedroom patio door, stopping in his tracks when he sees my clothes strewn across the floor. He looks at me and says, “What is rule number one?” A little worriedly, I reply, “I’m sorry. I was just in a hurry to relax in the spa.” Tony reaches up to my shoulders and draws me into his embrace. Leaning in, his lips skating across mine, pressing down firmly, drawing back and nipping my lower lip. He drags his lips across my cheek. Sliding his hand thru my hair at the nape of my neck, grasping gently, he pulls my head back, as he lowers his mouth to the apex of my neck and shoulder. Kissing it, moving his tongue in little circles, he ascends my neck. Gripping my hair harder, he opens his mouth and bites down. Sucking on it, branding me as his possession. He raises his lips to my ear and says, “Never let it happen again, do I make myself clear!” I breathlessly whisper, “Yes. Yes, you do!” He looks into my eyes and says, “Sir.” My eyes open wider, locking with his, I hesitantly reply. “Sir.” Swooping in close, latching his lips on to mine, he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, bending me backwards, off balance. He lowers me onto the bed, covering my body with his. His hand running up my thigh, tickling my pussy lips with the tips of his fingers. Using his knee, he pushes my thighs open wider. “Open them wider. When we’re together, always open your legs wide and present your little pussy for my inspection.” Looking in-between my legs, he runs his index finger along my slit, collecting my dew upon the tip. He brings it up to his nose, sniffing it. His tongue darts past his lips, licking the dew off his finger. Smiling, he lowers his head to my ear, and huskily says, “Sweet.” Passionately he captures my lips with his, his tongue making love to my mouth. He runs his hands up my side, cups my breast and gently squeezes it. Heat surges into my cunt, wetting my pussy even more. He pinches my nipple between his finger and thumb, rolls, and pulls it away from my body. My pussy’s soaking wet. He lowers his hand down to my cunt, quickly slides his middle finger inside. A wide grin on his face, he removes his finger, and mockingly says, “Hot. Are we?” Dazedly, I focus my eyes on his, and reply, “Yes.” He frowns down upon my countenance and says, “Yes, what?” My pussy juice floods from the walls of my cunt as I whisper, “Sir.” “That’s better. You should always show your gratitude and respect for someone who can make you feel this good,” he remarks arrogantly. Tony lowers his face to my breast, wraps his moist warm lips around my nipple, as he draws it into the hot cavern of his mouth, his hand supporting and massaging it. He looks into my eyes and sucks hard as he watches for my reaction. I breath deeply, arch my buttocks into the mattress, my eyes roll back into my head as waves of pleasure shoot down to my pussy, my cunt dripping with impatience. I run my hands along his body, close them around his ass cheeks. I grip and knead them gently as I pull his hips into my crotch. Tony reaches back, removes my hands from his ass and lifts them over my head. He says with a wicked grin upon his face, “Tsk, tsk, no touching without permission!” My pussy quickly contracts once, then twice. My hips are quivering. He wraps his fingers around his thick cock, strokes it, as he presses his cockhead into my gash. Wetting it in my juices, he slides it up my slit, presses his wet tip into my clit, firmly rubs against it, rotating his hips in small intermittent circles. His cockhead slaps upon my clit, teasing me as if he were fucking my hole. My body shaking, goose bumps run along my sides and over my tummy to my pebble- hard nipples. My pussy throbbing, weeping, the fluid running down the crack of my ass, tickles my tight rosebud. “Please! Tony.” I whisper. “Please make love to me.” Tony laughs at me and says. “Sweetheart, we’re well beyond making love, you are going to be fucked!” I just about faint! A giant waving ripple of lust starts in my brain and flows down my body, exiting my curled toes. Tony slides down between my legs, grasps my hips, blows cool air on my hot, quivering cunt. I about shoot off the bed, I’m shaking so badly, I think I might actually have a seizure. Sticking his tongue out, he presses it against the entrance of my pussy and takes a long leisurely firm swipe up to my clit. Ripples of heat trail along after his tongue. His teeth graze and bite down on my swollen clit. He firmly and quickly slides his index and middle fingers into my pussy, thrusting them in and out, twisting his wrist on his forward thrust. Sucking harder, he nurses on my clit as if he could actually get some refreshment from it. Curling his fingers forward, he urges me on. He lets go of my clit, and in a low, husky, passion-filled voice says, “Cum for me, baby!” And I did, unlike I have ever before! I feel like I was thrown over a cliff; dashing upon the rocks below. A giant wave catches me up and sends me floating thru the air. Settling me down to gently drift in pleasure. It is the most intense and fulfilling experience. Ever! As Tony stretches out beside me, I tremulously smile into his brilliant blue eyes and say, “Thank you, sir.” He impishly looks at me and says, “ We’re not done yet.” Turns out, he was just giving me a moment to recover. He reaches up to my forehead and gently swipes the hair off my face as he slides his fingers along my jaw, tilting my head toward his. His lips brush mine ever so gently. As he looks intently into my green eyes, a quirky little smile teases the corners of his mouth. The tip of his tongue thrusts past the seam of my lips and darts across my teeth. Coaxing my mouth open, he delves inside. Tony circles the tip of his finger down the valley between my breasts. Suddenly, he lightly flicks my nipple. Reaching across doing the same to the other one, he draws my tongue deeper into his mouth. His hand drops down to my slit and slides over my clit, in-between my pussy lips. Smoothly he strokes his middle finger into my cunt, thrusting in and out, the speed and friction increasing as he tempts and teases me, stoking the embers of lust into a steady flame. Tony rolls over onto me, coming to a rest between my thighs. He grasps his cock, slides it up and down, wetting the tip in the moistness between my lips. He places the head of his cock just inside of my grasping cunt. Teasing and tormenting me as he pushes it in and pulls it out a fraction of an inch at a time. I thrust my hips into his down-swinging ones, trying to capture his cock within. Tony playfully jerks them back from my reach. Grinning from ear to ear, with a twinkle in his eye, he says, “Is there something you want?” I grin back and respond, “Yep, there sure is!” He snickers at me. “Well, what do you normally do, when you want something from someone?” Knowing what he’s after, I saucily reply, “Take it!” Laughing, he tweaks my nipple hard, and playfully says, “Wrong answer! Try again sweetheart!” He flexes his hips just enough to tease me into responding in the manner he expects! Grabbing my thighs, he raises my legs towards my shoulders and dips his cock into my pussy, tempting and taunting me with my prize. Fisting the sheets, I gaze upon this treasure that has walked into my life. Letting him win the battle, I just barely whisper “Please.” Grinning victoriously, while gathering me into his embrace, his beautiful blue eyes mischievously gazing into mine, he says, “I love you, pet!” while simultaneously thrusting his cock, smoothly kissing my cervix. Tony pulls back, rotating his hips, as all but the head of his shaft exits my wet quivering pussy. He pauses, then swiftly thrusts it all the way in again, increasing his pace with every thrust of his powerful hips. Grabbing my ankle, he twists my leg across my body, encouraging my shoulders to follow. His long slender fingers wrap around my hips, pulling me up onto my knees, arms above my head, shoulders pinned to the mattress. My ass and shaved pussy are fully exposed for his viewing pleasure! He slides his thick dick back into my hot, dripping wet cunt. As he runs his hands up my back, his fingertips skate over my ribs and grip my shoulders. He pulls and pushes my hips into his, as he fucks my cunt with long, deep strokes, gently bumping my cervix with the tip of his cock. “Oh God! Sir. That feels so sinfully good.” Tony reaches up, slides his fingers thru the hair at the nape of my neck. Closing his hand into a fist, gripping and pulling back, he forces my body into his strong stroking hips. My pussy is continually quivering, contracting down on his cock, sucking at it, trying to prevent its escape. Shivers race up my spine. I screech. “Tony! Oh, Sir. Close, baby, I’m so close!” as a hot wave of lust unfurls from my cunt, it ripples outward through my body. Tony leans back, stiffening his spine, increasing his pace, wetting his thumb and pressing it into my tight ass. My body jerks and writhes, my tight little brown ring squeezing down on his thumb. I grab the sheets in my hands, arching my back and scream “OH! MY GOD! YES! YES! YES!” As he slumps over me, his cock expands, pulses, ropes of hot, thick, jism spray the inside of my pussy. We collapse in an exhausted heap. Tony is gasping for air. After a few moments of rest, cooling off, our breathing returns to normal. I ecstatically grin at him and say “Thank You, Sir!” Looking at me, he emphatically states, “After a performance like that, I’ve decided it’s MASTER.”